FicWad

Okay, so this is a free verse poem. For those of you who don't know what that is, Google it. Then read the poem. Then review it. For those of you who do know what it is, you get a pat on the shoulder. Now read the poem. Then review it. lol, anyhoo, I'm not gonna give a character in this one. It can be whoever the hell you want. I'll let you dream without the restrictions of names. DELETED AND POSTED AGAIN BECAUSE OF TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. stupid ficwad. REVIEW!!!

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So.....

What now?
It seems as if,
We've been lying here for hours.
It really hasn't been that long, huh?
Sure feels like it though.

So what's new in your life?
Have you met anyone?
Done anything,
That I would find interesting?

I did something.
I recently went,
To the fair.
I met someone.

But you probably don't want to hear about that.

Um.
Uh.
I notice,
A ring on your finger.
Is it from anyone.

Does that person have one to match?

Does that person love you like I did?
Does that person touch you like I did?
Kiss you like I did?
Fuck you like I did?

Can that person be so special?
I can be special too.
You thought I was special too.
Keyword: thought

Why don't you look at me?
Why don't you answer me?
Acknowledge me?
Change expression?

You probably can't even hear me.

But I want you to know,
I'm so over you.
I'm so done with you.
I'm so through with you.
You're nothing in my book.

You're a deceased, twitching bug,
On the window shield that is my love life.
You're an annoying piece of chewing gum spit out,
Now at the bottom of my shoe.

A stranger in the wind.
A random face in the crowd.
A body amongst trillions.
A soul amongst thousands.

See.
Really.
You're nothing to me now.
Nothing at all.

Nothing.

But still I can't help but to be confused.
Turbid,
Frustrated,
Disturbed.

Fucked up, if you will.

I've moved on.
I love another.
I hate another.
I forgive another.

Most likely you are too.
You must be.
You sure are happier,
Than you were before.

That person must be better than me.
They have to.
Because it's the only way,
To construe you now.

Great for us, right?

Then why,
Am I here?
Alone.
Again.

Then why,
Am I here?
Questioning.
Again.

Then why,
Am I here?
Tears.
Again.

Then why,
Am I here?
With your picture.
Again.

I need you to talk to me.

But you won't.
You have that cheesy smile,
On your face.
All the time.

I wish you wouldn't joke around now.

I wish you would do something else.
I wish you would cry.
I wish you would hold me,
I wish you would rock me.

I wish you would fall.
I wish you would burn.
I wish you would break.
I wish you would bleed.

I wish you would twist,
And turn,
In pure agony.
Then die.

Can you come out from your picture frame and do that for?

It can't hurt to be back.
It can't hurt to be loved.
It can't hurt to be here.
It can't hurt to help me,
Put down your photo.

It repulses me to look at it.

It disgusts me.
I don't want it anymore.
To me it's useless.
Obsolete.



Because,
Frankly,
I want the real thing.

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Icky, sappy, goopy, ending. I know. Just lemme alone okay.